She stares at him a long moment at the first question, eyes wide and serious. It's fully possible to wonder if she didn't understand the question or hadn't quite heard him -- before abruptly, she blinks. "Like my gem. Yes."

"I just came. One of . . ." Hesitation. "The men? said that this wasn't Earth."

Her features somber a little, something else seeping into them like a quiet grief. "He said we couldn't go home. We are . . . trapped here?"